Chad looked down, and saw that where he'd sprayed himself he was coated with a deep bronze tan. He giggled, "Heh, heh, my secret admirer apparently doesn't like tan lines. Well, here goes." He continued to spray. He stood in front of the mirror and sprayed himself with the foul smelling tanning spray.
Chad heard the rattle of little metal wheels, and turned around. Everyone else was out of the locker room at practice. He had ten minutes to finish getting ready and head out to the field house. He was surprised to see Rick wheeling a metal post with a wheeled stand. Rick was wearing a heavy rubber apron, boots, goggles and rubber gloves.
"I thought you'd be at practice, what are you made up for?" Chad asked.
"You missed some spots," Rick said, "Lemme help." He grabbed the spray can. "Spread eagle, and I'll get you evenly coated."
"Thanks, Rick," Chad said spreading his legs and arms. Rick seemed to hold his breath as he sprayed Chad's arms, underarms, face, torso, and legs. As he finished up on Chad's backside, he added, "Touch your toes and I'll get any missed spots."
"Missed spots," mumbled Chad as he spoke. His lips were sticking together with this gooey tan spray. The things he did for women.
Spray on back of knee, spray on back of knee. He yelped but didn't move much when Rick sprayed his rosebud.
"Yeow! Was that necessary?"
"Hey, you wanna be perfect for your secret admirer. Just one more spot. Hold steady."
Chad's eyes watered. Rick was spraying the underside of his torso between his thighs and the back of his balls and the underside of his cock, which stiffened as the heavy spray hit it.
"Perfect, Chad, and you saved me a trip to the field house."
"What!?" Chad said as he slowly straightened up. The tan coating felt like a heavy rubber wetsuit. He moved slowly as he turned.
"OH, RIGHT! I SPRAYED THE INSIDE OF YOUR EARS TOO!" Rick shouted with a grin. "REMEMBER THAT MANNEQUIN VIDEO WE MADE OF YOU A FEW MONTHS AGO. WEARING ON A JOCKSTRAP?"
Chad's lips were really stuck together. He mumbled unintelligibly, but was able to nod slightly.
"I SENT IT IN TO A DESIGNER, AND HE WANTS YOU TO BE HIS MODEL. YOU'LL BE IN HIS NEW YORK STORE WINDOW WEARING HIS LATEST UNDERWEAR DESIGNS. WELL, HE OFFERED A TWO MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT FOR FIVE YEARS."
Chad's eyes widen with pleasant surprise, as he feels Rick's heavy rubber gloves grab him by the waist, and position his butt on the metal post.
"NNnnhhhhh!" shrieked Chad as he was impaled.
"Ah, you'll get used to it," Rick said, "I SAID, YOU'LL GET USED TO IT. YOU'RE GOING TO BE A MANNEQUIN FROM NOW ON, CHAD. I GOTTA GET YOU TO THE WOODSHOP TO WORK ON YOU. YOU NEED A COUPLE DOZEN MORE COATS, AND I HAVE A CLEAR SPRAY FOR YOUR EYES. CAN'T HAVE A STORE DUMMY THAT BLINKS."
"Mmmft, Nnngh, mrc,ughmpfgthu," Chad mumbled softly.
"AW, BUDDY, WISH THERE WAS ANOTHER WAY, BUT IT's $ 2 Million," Rick said as he began to wheel Chad out of the locker room, and across the quad to the Wood Shop. Rick leaned into Chad's ear and spoke as loudly as he dared. "Dude, you ever hear of an anatomically correct mannequin? When I'm done coating you, I'm going to have to sand off your nipples and cock and balls. Maybe use Bondo to give you a nice bulge, if the sanding takes off too much."
"Mmpt,mrc,nghft,m-mm,.......nft, ...........mrc................nftz," Chad's mumbling got fainter as he vocal chords seized up. Rick hung his baseball cap on Chad's permanently stiff boner. Twenty more coats to thoroughly permeate his body, and Chad would be a solid mannequin. Rick didn't really think of it as murder, because the designer who supplied the spray had assured that Chad would remain conscious forever, while people gawked at him and the designer's latest undies. Rick knew how much Chad liked people looking at his body. He smiled, really he'd given Chad immortality. Too bad he had to get rid of that handsome big cock. Oh, well. Rick paused. Maybe he'd just hacksaw the whole thing off, and put Bondo on Chad's crotch. Then he'd have a souvenir, something to remember Chad by, and well, if Chad really was sentient, he'd feel his dildo being used and maybe orgasm. Rick opened the shop door, and wheeled Chad in backwards. Snake was working on his skateboard. Rick hadn't expected that.
"What's that?" Snake asked glancing up from his lathe.
"Art project," Rick said.
"Oh," Snake answered in a disinterested tone.